Luyện nghe bài hát And Plague Flowers The Kaleidoscope

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants
Their fill with questions, blessed they are by God's tokens

Ware to the painted...the painted path

Walking the painted path our plague fields

Ware to walk the path
the plague fields

Kings of carousel, disfigured upon white horses
With claws and Dore's wings
Down golden locks to red
Crowned children screaming from shrouds
To eye movement, heart-strings undone
...Our filth dances... and plague flowers

Why our to reason fall...only human

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants
Their fill with ashes and death's tongue

The dying
cold grey tombs
With crumbling walls... I
Our truth is bare

...And colours
A of pain
The portrait of we are...